Here is the Johnny's Po-Boy Restaurant where I took my lunch on two days. The food was inexpensive. I won't say it was good, but it wasn't bad either.

This is a close-up of a crabcake po-boy sandwich I split with another scholar for lunch on Sunday. The crabcakes in it were pretty good.

This is a gator po-boy that Qiaobing and her husband had for lunch on Sunday. That's what alligator meat looks like.

Here Huei-Wern Shen (originally from Tainan) waits in Johnny's Po-Boy for her lunch. I suppose she was enjoying the crowded quarters and the general bustle of the place.

Here Qiaobing's gallant husband brings the gator po-boy to our table where we waited for my crab cake po-boy to be finished. He had recently earned a doctorate in psychology. This was not his celebratory lunch, although he looks happy enough.

Qiaobing Wu was probably wondering what the gator po-boy would taste like. She had never eaten alligator before.

Qiaobing and Huei-Wern sit in Jackson Park where we enjoyed a picnic lunch together sitting on a bench. It had rained earlier and the ground was too wet for a more traditional seating arrangement.

Here we are enjoying our giant sandwiches in Jackson Park. Some acrobats were performing nearby, but we were content to gaze toward the cathedral and talk amongst ourselves as we ate our lunches.

This is a scene in the French Market on Decatur Street. Huei-Wern is walking along, and Qiaobing and her husband are looking at the alligator heads for sale at the end stall. No, they didn't buy one.

A display at a stall in the New Orleans French Market. If you click on the picture to see the larger image you might be able to see some alligator heads on the pile of merchandise for sale near these feather boas.

For me, this was one of the most memorable paintings I saw in the New Orleans Museum of Art. It's an extremely realistic portrait of an elderly German woman made by Karl Kronberger. My direct maternal ancestors came from Germany, and this woman reminded me of my German ancestors.

This was the last photograph I took in New Orleans. It's a mural in the Louis Armstrong airport. Lovely, isn't it? I took public transportation (busses) to and from the airport, and that worked pretty well for me.